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<div>The war not ended in Gaza, most of the donations used as expenses to buy food for my sister's daughters as the prices still high, your generous donations in Ramadan keep my sister and her daughters a live .
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<div>I can give example for the prices as my sister told me now , the tray of 30 eggs equal to 85 shekels that means equal to 35$ , that means one egg for 1$ , and so on, all the food prices get high .
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<div>"Do Not Let My Daughters Forget the Taste of Life": A Mother's Plea from Gaza
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<div>Hello, my name is Suha, and I bring you today the story of my sister, Iman. Her words are no longer just letters; they are screams of pain that reach me across thousands of miles, from Canada to Gaza. My sister is not asking for the impossible. All she wants is to give her three daughters—Razan, Asil, and Mais—one simple right: the right to a childhood.
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<div>Razan, who is 12 years old, should be in school right now, dreaming of her future. Instead, she has learned how to distinguish between the sounds of different explosions. Asil, the nine-year-old, no longer asks about toys; she asks, "Will we be safe tonight?" As for five-year-old Mais, all she knows about the world is fear and hunger. My heart nearly breaks when my sister tells me that her daughters have not tasted a piece of fruit or meat for an entire year. Is it conceivable for milk to become a dream for a little girl?
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<div>"I am afraid they will forget the taste of normal life," Iman told me in an exhausted voice. "I am afraid they will grow up believing the whole world is just destruction and the smell of gunpowder."
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<div>Their lives have turned into an endless nightmare. Since they lost their warm home, they have been displaced over 15 times. Every school they sought shelter in has turned into a mass grave, and their survival each time has been a miracle mixed with horror. The last time, they survived a bombing of a school that claimed the lives of more than 100 people who were sharing the same shelter. Now, they are in my mother's destroyed house, a place that protects them neither from the winter cold nor from the danger of stray dogs roaming the ruins.
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<div>Her husband, Bilal, who worked hard to provide a dignified life for his family, has now become helpless. Every day, he and Iman search for a place with an internet connection for nothing other than to tell the world that they are still alive. They risk their lives for a message, for a hope.
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<div>"Hunger is killing us slowly," Iman says. "When I see my daughters looking at me with empty eyes, I feel a helplessness that tears my soul apart. How do I explain to them that a loaf of bread has become a luxury?"
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<div>I am not asking you to save a "case" or a "number" from the news bulletins. I am asking you to save an entire world... the world of my sister and her daughters. Your donations will not only provide them with food and shelter but will also restore their lost hope and will give three young girls a chance to know that there is another side to life besides fear and destruction.
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<div>Help me return their stolen childhood to them. Help me save my sister before she becomes just a memory.
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<div>The stream hunger threats our lives every day, no food , no medical care and displaced again , our hopes just with the good people who supporting us , your generous donations save my little daughters lives , it's hard to live with hunger , no food means no power to do the little things like washing our clothes by hands , wash our dishes with hands ,we need to buy flour every day to feed my daughters just one piece of bread a day if we find it and the price one kilo gram of flour if founded equal to 50 US dollar, imagine that , you are our hopes to stay alive
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<div>The war not sure it's ended , I went back to my mother house which is totally not suitable to live with 3 little kids and dangerous from the dogs which can attach us at any time
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<div>It's been more than one year and my sister and her daughters displaced for more than ten times between the streets and the destroyed schools and even in hunger , her daughters didn't eat fresh food till now , they have the right to drink milk everyday like others kids around the world, they didn't eat chicken, meat since a year, I don't want them to suffer from this hard circumstances anymore , your donations will help them to survive.
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<div>Hi, my Name is Soha Mourad from Canada , I want your help to save My sister Eman Mourad, her husband Belal Mourad , and their 3 little daughters, Razan(12), Aseel(7), Mais(3) from the death that could reach her out in any time as she lost her house, and her husband lost his job, she was displaced 9 times from place to place ,from school to school as the bombs everywhere and any time, ,I were about to loose her and the three little niece while they trying to avoid the bombs over their heads and under their legs i don't want to lose her. Getting out of Gaza is hard , My sister have to pay to leave and allowing her to put their names to leave from Rafah Border, so I want to save my sister's life and her family.
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<div>Your generous donations will help evacuate my family from Gaza.
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<div>My sister Eman told me to say to you this :
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<div>"I want to express my deepest gratitude to each and every one of you for your generous contributions to our campaign. Your support has been invaluable and means the world to me".
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<div>However, I want to let you know that we are approaching a critical point. To ensure that the funds are processed and transferred to me in time, we need to reach our goal as soon as possible. The campaign is slowing down, Please consider sharing the campaign with your network or increasing your support if possible. Every share and donation helps us get closer to our goal.
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<div>My Sister Eman and her Husband they are trying everyday to reach anyplace to get connection to the Internet so they can be able to connect with people and show them their story about how they suffering and I am really scared to lose them while they are doing that everyday and I'm hearing some stories about targeting people in groups trying to connect their WIFI to reach the updated news while they are out from any source of power.
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<div>Sadly, they bombed the school that my sister and her family used to stayed in for more than 5 months ,they miraculously survived, that bombed killed 300 people, my sister now living in fears and no hope to stay alive, please donate and share.
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<div>It's been year for the war and everyday is a challenge to stay alive, my sister keep saying that everyday we do not know what to do or what to eat, we don't have anything to eat , help us to survive and to be able to feed my kids , we are here without any source of income
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Yvonne Höller

Boubaker Jobeir

Help My Sister and her Family to survive and stay alive

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